Nothing quite moves the soul as when the sun bathes the awakening globe in rays of gold or, at the other end of the day, when it pulls a blanket over the earth and wraps it in a warm and loving glow. All’s right with the world.
Sunrise, sunset
Nothing quite moves the soul as when the sun bathes the awakening globe in rays of gold or, at the other end of the day, when it pulls a blanket over the earth and wraps it in a warm and loving glow. All’s right with the world.